[Well, she isn't the only one that's melting. Momo sinks into the bedding, her fingers gripping it tightly as she bucks her hips forward a little. It's all instinctual, a need to be touched, to feel more, to send herself screaming over the edge of some pit.
Her mouth opens in a loud gasp, a hoarse cry that she cannot keep in any longer.]
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Her mouth opens in a loud gasp, a hoarse cry that she cannot keep in any longer.]
Oh...god!
[It's not a swear but it's something!]